Luyện nghe bài hát Future

I am the streets, the
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the
They gettin' money, they hit records, they hustlin'

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
on any street, swear I will mark any beat
Spread to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my
Pockets on, heavy D, I'm hot, third degree
I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with stupid swag
faces keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I gotta get
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get
Walk in my house you can meet my
And you a damn you can push that Lac
Push that on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man them guys
Real nigga shit, don't no lie
plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, word to my
presidential, got me feeling like Obama
'Cause all I is change
And my niggas they wanted the
I wanted the money and the fame
I turned into something they never
Through all the rain, I kept my
And I burning and its my turn and
nigga my hood confirm it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me em way back
When I was that was payback
Nigga where cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I feel hate
I got that ? I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't wake
When that thing fly
Got a kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas talk murder, but they gon ride
Now we hard like I ain't gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke I got no lungs
Got her going down, no
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
From where they twist and talk they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign
Fresh out of the
This a Detroit fucking classic from MM got the masses
Trick Trick got them
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
Yeah that motor be the bitch,
They call it City
'Cause you're most to crash (fuck it)
Good I got a chauffeur
broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style
But I over shine, ain't no over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're overtime.
we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the
Fucking hoes, no strings
So don't ask me why strung out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might even my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then on my throttle
Bitch, I might you my baby
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
you keep em' right beside you
My pockets got paper on
shit just look like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't half as good
As saying she's proud

dedicated, Maybach poetic genius
Some they close to seeing me
em they close to Stevie
You niggas ain't supposed to be here
We believe ya.
MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas' careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know there's a lot of
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive others
the winner, he think he really
Nelson
fire though.
One time for the 305,
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so rope
That's hard to find Tri-Flow
Get With me, that Night flow
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
Like a wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you this shit
Nigga and this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of world, you playing bumper cars.
You niggas
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of
Who gon' tell me that I going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
was my influence

The towers fell, turning to Ground
didn't like Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De
Been through it but though
Don't move the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast like win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati his best friends
When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to Benz rims on it
Problems? My on, see him, we stomp him out
His mouth, our on it
Always smoking a ounce, a mountain, no on it
on it, you have no clout, the Benz on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat
sure all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats
Drop tops like release dates,